*Elio*

My blood boiled like a volcano just about to erupt. The only thing keeping my fist from going through the wall was the sight of baby Emilia still sleeping away on her mother’s chest and Cat’s stunned and worried eyes as she looked over at me.

She kept me sane even if I felt like I could explode into ash and fiery coal, coating everything in sight until Ignacio and his whole damn company were nothing but a memory covered by dust, forgotten in their ...